Boden gear stinks.
Scotch proverbs
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Little Honda
Go!
Im gonna wake you up early
Cause Im gonna take a ride with you
Were going down to the honda shop
Ill tell you what were gonna do
Put on a ragged sweatshirt
Ill take you anywhere you want me to
First gear (honda honda) its alright (faster faster)
Second gear (little honda honda) I lean right (faster faster)
Third gear (honda honda) hang on tight (faster faster)
Faster its alright
Its not a big motorcycle
Just a groovy little motorbike
Its more fun that a barrel of monkeys
That two wheel bike
Well ride on out of the town
To any place I know you like
First gear (honda honda) its alright (faster faster)
Second gear (little honda honda) I lean right (faster faster)
Third gear (honda honda) hang on tight (faster faster)
Faster its alright
It climbs the hills like a matchless
Cause my hondas built really light
When I go into the turns
Lean [tilt] with me and hang on tight
I better turn on the lights
So we can ride my honda tonight
First gear (honda honda) its alright (faster faster)
Second gear (little honda honda) I lean right (faster faster)
Third gear (honda honda) hang on tight (faster faster)
Faster its alright
First gear (honda honda) its alright (faster faster)
Second gear (little honda honda) I lean right (faster faster)
Third gear (honda honda) hang on tight (faster faster)
Faster its alright
song performed by Beach Boys
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poem by Rwetewrt Erwtwer
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Beowulf
LO, praise of the prowess of people-kings
of spear-armed Danes, in days long sped,
we have heard, and what honor the athelings won!
Oft Scyld the Scefing from squadroned foes,
from many a tribe, the mead-bench tore,
awing the earls. Since erst he lay
friendless, a foundling, fate repaid him:
for he waxed under welkin, in wealth he throve,
till before him the folk, both far and near,
who house by the whale-path, heard his mandate,
gave him gifts: a good king he!
To him an heir was afterward born,
a son in his halls, whom heaven sent
to favor the folk, feeling their woe
that erst they had lacked an earl for leader
so long a while; the Lord endowed him,
the Wielder of Wonder, with world's renown.
Famed was this Beowulf: far flew the boast of him,
son of Scyld, in the Scandian lands.
So becomes it a youth to quit him well
with his father's friends, by fee and gift,
that to aid him, aged, in after days,
come warriors willing, should war draw nigh,
liegemen loyal: by lauded deeds
shall an earl have honor in every clan.
Forth he fared at the fated moment,
sturdy Scyld to the shelter of God.
Then they bore him over to ocean's billow,
loving clansmen, as late he charged them,
while wielded words the winsome Scyld,
the leader beloved who long had ruled….
In the roadstead rocked a ring-dight vessel,
ice-flecked, outbound, atheling's barge:
there laid they down their darling lord
on the breast of the boat, the breaker-of-rings,
by the mast the mighty one. Many a treasure
fetched from far was freighted with him.
No ship have I known so nobly dight
with weapons of war and weeds of battle,
with breastplate and blade: on his bosom lay
a heaped hoard that hence should go
far o'er the flood with him floating away.
No less these loaded the lordly gifts,
thanes' huge treasure, than those had done
who in former time forth had sent him
sole on the seas, a suckling child.
High o'er his head they hoist the standard,
a gold-wove banner; let billows take him,
gave him to ocean. Grave were their spirits,
mournful their mood. No man is able
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poem by Charles Baudelaire
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Das Fischernetz
Umzingelt von spiegeln
Von traeumen befleckt
Der saum schnuert ein
Was Im koerper steckt
Sanft der bauch, gespannter muskel
Weiche tuecher auf der tigerhaut
Feucht wie gras
Reif und schwer wie bluetenpollen
Der schwamm ist voll
Keiner hat es sehen wollen
Auf alles legt sich kon-ver-sa-tion
Glasur auf warmem, frischem kuchen
Licht draengt durch ihre geheimen tunnel
Ein sog, der nach draussen geht
Bricht sich bahn als greller blitz
Der feinste fratzen erbleichen laesst
Spuer verlangen in leisem fluestern
Spannung Im gesicht
Koerper pressen gegen gitter
Spielt die musik, spielt gericht
Fuer sie
Opfergaben - gekoepfte huehner
Tanzen walzer - sagen - komm!
Mann und weib - nackt vor allen!
Gekreuzte staemme in hitze besetzt
Auch wenn die zarte haut schon zittert
Fuehlen sie noch mit der mutter
Die einsam geniesst, was der tag ihr bringt
Doch auch an andere stunden denkt
Der vater traurig, letzte liebe
Fegt asche mit dem besen
Leises kichern, schmierige witze
Spritzen ueber tisch und tuch
Und worte, worte, worte
Weisst du noch? - der boden ist da...
Liebes, liebster, du... von frost bedeckt
Weisst du noch? - der boden ist da...
Liebes, liebster, du... von frost bedeckt
Ploetzlich stille, fallbeil saust, alle tueren zu
Haende greifen fest ans messer
Schneid den kuche nur Im dunklen an!
Jeder kriegt ein stueck - ein kleines stueck
Den koerper - und das fleisch
Die familie - und das fischernetz
Ein neuer - in den maschen
Der koerper und das fleisch
Der koerper und das fleisch
Und das fleisch
song performed by Peter Gabriel
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Little Honda
Im gonna wake you up early
Cause Im gonna take a ride wih you
Were going down to the honda shop
Ill tell you what were gonna do
Put on a ragged sweat shirt
Ill take you anywhere you want me to
First gear its all right
Second gear real riot
Third gear hang it tight
Faster ( its all right )
He climbs hills like the magic
Cause my honda felt really light
When I go into the turn
Stick with me and hang on tight
I better turn on the lights
So I can ride my honda tonight
First gear its all right
Second gear real riot
Third gear hang it tight
Faster ( its all right )
song performed by Carpenters
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Still Cruisin
Come on lets cruise ya got nothin to lose
So come on lets cruise ya got nothin to lose
So come on lets cruise ya got nothin to lose
So come on
Hey baby come on
Come on lets cruise ya got nothin to lose
So come on lets cruise ya got nothin to lose
Baby come on
Now get yourself in gear
Oh baby come on
Still cruisin after all of these years
Hey girl lets go for a spin
Hop in my hot rod and do it again
Youve got a greenhouse effect on me
I know a secret spot
Paradise by the sea
Well find a place to park
Thats kinda cool after dark
Well take a trip on up to the lake
Down by the river
Where we can make out
On the island
Wake up on the cape
Punch up yor favorite staion
Toss in your favorite tape
When we go cruisin
Well everything is all right
Come on lets cruise ya got nothin to lose
Baby when we go cruisin now
Baby put your top down
Parade around down town
People trying to cool down
Party all summer long
Come on lets cruise ya got nothin to lose
So come on lets cruise ya got nothin to lose
Baby come on
Now get yourself in gear
Baby baby come on
Still cruisin after all of these years
Everybody got a favorite spot
Where they like to come a lot
When we go cruisin well everything is all right
Come on lets cruise ya got nothin to lose
Baby when we go crusin now
People dancin in the sand
Rockin to a reggae band
Lovers walkin hand in hand
Party all summer long
Come on lets cruise ya got nothin to lose
So come on lets cruise ya got nothin to lose
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One Gear
It is easy for some to move in one gear.
To play it safe and cosmetic.
For purposes not to stir up dust.
Or attract attention...
To early forms of deception.
While enhancing a well maneuvered advancement.
To smolder and smooze,
With an unknown hoodwinking set to entrance.
The slicker and sly the plot...
The better.
Creative theft is not original.
Theft is theft!
But those who move in this low gear,
Can not produce and deceive at the same time.
The quality and lustre of their lies,
Leaves nothing creative about their input!
They are in one gear.
And it takes a while to notice it.
However...
Those who have?
Have been quickly dismissed.
And slandered to keep them from profit.
They were of genuine deeds,
That could not be plagiarized by those shallow!
So those who remain shallow...
Remain shallow.
And it shows that is all they know.
Moving slow in one gear.
To prove...?
To prove something insignificant,
To someone who was foolish enough to pay the price....
To observe the redundancy,
In its stagnant commitment achieved.
Giving people what they accept.
Not what they want or can get...
In this,
One gear delivered.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Something Rotten
It seems were here i
Miss you something rotten
The stinks are here
Its guaranteed alls forgotten
Down here
Down here its clear that your uncut
Dont fear
Dont fear, keep all this forgotten
Face down
Face down
Face down, I miss you something rotten
Face down
Face down, this crown is broken rotten
Down here, down here, I know its not, its all forgotten
Down here, down here, face down, I miss you something rotten
Down here, down here, it stinks, it stinks of something rotten
Dont fear, dont fear, keep all this forgotten
Theres something rotten down here
Theres something rotten down here
Theres something rotten down here
Theres something rotten down here...
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poem by Rwetewrt Erwtwer
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One Of The Survivors
(sung by johnny thunder and chorus)
See johnny thunder sitting on his motorbike
Riding along the highway,
Rock and roll songs from the nineteen-fifties
Buzzing around in his brain.
Johnny thunder hes one of the original bebop generation
And hes got no time for complicated music or too much sophistication.
Hes one of the survivors,
The motorbike riders.
You ought to see johnny thunder riding down the highway
One of the rock and roll survivors,
Twelve bars flowing through his brain.
He digs jerry lee lewis, dion and the belmonts,
And johnny & the hurricanes.
He plays hound dog, oh boy, and great balls of fire
And boppin at the high school hop.
And hes got no time for phonies or posers
cos they dont know how to reel and rock.
And he plays little egypt and ooh poo pah doo,
And he plays poison ivy and blue suede shoes,
The hollywood argyles, danny & the juniors,
Dion & the belmonts, johnny & the hurricanes.
Hes one of the survivors,
The boppers and the jivers,
Yeah and he rocks all day.
Johnny & the hurricanes, johnny & the hurricanes.
Got my freedom riding along the freeway.
I ride a hundred miles an hour but I dont mess up my d.a.
Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock n roll.
You cant stop rock n rollin music play.
(repeat last two lines)
Feel those vibrations flow in my brain.
Got my freedom riding down the highway,
Keeps me sane, feel alive,
Im one of the survivors.
Feel all right.
First gear, second gear, third gear, fourth gear, all right.
Old johnny thunder looks a little overweight,
And his sideburns are turning grey.
But he still likes to bebop, boogie and jive
To his worn out seventy-eights.
Johnny thunder.
Hes alright.
Hes one of the survivors,
Twelve bars flowing through his brain,
Jerry lee lewis, dion & the belmonts,
Johnny & the hurricanes, johnny & the hurricanes.
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Rollin'
Verse 1 :
It's the bomb, 3-2-1 detanate & boom
give me some room you better wait
for the kid to blow-up and take off like a rocket
got something up my sleeve and something else in my pocket
yeah, let me see you move out there
through your hands in the air like you just don't care
cause we rollin' here coming with the funk sound
and this ain't the government so, we won't shut down
first gear, make sure you got everything you need
second gear, lean back as you pick up speed
third gear, hit the highway you're starting to roll
and fourth gear, now you're looking for the cruise control
I got my home boys with me and we rollin' kinda tight
get it washed in the day so it's shiny at night
and make you feel alright like when your pockets is swollen
so bust this as I does this and we rollin'
Chorus:
rollin' rollin' rollin'
on the track and we
rollin' rollin' rollin'
and there ain't no turnin' back
there's a party going on but it's hard to see
because they didn't understand it till they rolled with me
that's why we
Rollin' rollin' rollin'
in the west and we
Rollin' rollin' rollin'
east coast past the test
there's a whole buncha people with a whole lotta soul
but, it don't get started till we start to roll
Verse 2:
come one, come all we ain't looking for no static
you can roll low riff stick shift or automatic
it's an open ivitation to the whole nation
yo the whole world all of civilization
bob your head to the lyrics that I said
from an 18-wheeler down to a mo-ped
even a kid can go or a bike or a trike
can get with it as the people here me hit it on the mic
now convoy came out twenty years ago
but I love that record bay don't you know
it doesn't matter who's up front or who's behind
just as long as we rolling and we stay in line
so take your time as you get your boogie on
and let me bust my rhyme up until the break of dawn
cause some try to dis and look at this like it's stolen
don't trip moneygrip, pink slip and we rollin'
Chorus:
rollin' rollin' rollin'
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Episode 36
WIGLAF his name was, Weohstan's son,
linden-thane loved, the lord of Scylfings,
Aelfhere's kinsman. His king he now saw
with heat under helmet hard oppressed.
He minded the prizes his prince had given him,
wealthy seat of the Waegmunding line,
and folk-rights that his father owned
Not long he lingered. The linden yellow,
his shield, he seized; the old sword he drew: --
as heirloom of Eanmund earth-dwellers knew it,
who was slain by the sword-edge, son of Ohtere,
friendless exile, erst in fray
killed by Weohstan, who won for his kin
brown-bright helmet, breastplate ringed,
old sword of Eotens, Onela's gift,
weeds of war of the warrior-thane,
battle-gear brave: though a brother's child
had been felled, the feud was unfelt by Onela.
For winters this war-gear Weohstan kept,
breastplate and board, till his bairn had grown
earlship to earn as the old sire did:
then he gave him, mid Geats, the gear of battle,
portion huge, when he passed from life,
fared aged forth. For the first time now
with his leader-lord the liegeman young
was bidden to share the shock of battle.
Neither softened his soul, nor the sire's bequest
weakened in war. So the worm found out
when once in fight the foes had met!
Wiglaf spake, -- and his words were sage;
sad in spirit, he said to his comrades: --
"I remember the time, when mead we took,
what promise we made to this prince of ours
in the banquet-hall, to our breaker-of-rings,
for gear of combat to give him requital,
for hard-sword and helmet, if hap should bring
stress of this sort! Himself who chose us
from all his army to aid him now,
urged us to glory, and gave these treasures,
because he counted us keen with the spear
and hardy 'neath helm, though this hero-work
our leader hoped unhelped and alone
to finish for us, -- folk-defender
who hath got him glory greater than all men
for daring deeds! Now the day is come
that our noble master has need of the might
of warriors stout. Let us stride along
the hero to help while the heat is about him
glowing and grim! For God is my witness
I am far more fain the fire should seize
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Fear
I smell it here, I smell it near
In our hearts, body and soul we wear
Fear! Year in and year out in full gear
Fear of death
Fear of rejection
Fear of loneliness
Fear of poverty
I hear it near, it stinks of hell my dear
In our hearts, body and soul we wear
Fear! Year in and year out in full gear
At times overwhelming and impossible to bear
Fear of being ridiculed
Fear of being single
Fear of being truthful
Fear of life always holding on to survive
Fear of change and what surprises it sprinkles
Fear of old age painted with priceless wrinkles
Let me tell it like Shakespeare
And make it plain and clear
Listen why be afraid of fear?
When fear itself can’t talk, walk, see nor hear!
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Nicht Die Erde Hat Dich Verschluckt
Zweimal zwei - von wand zu wand
Klappen vor dem fentsern, du tastest mit der hand
Feucht der boden, klamm das lager
Sie treiben dich zum wahnsinn - ohne naechte und tage
Sie fuettern dich mit dreck; sie fuettern dich mit luegen
Wollen dich brechen - den mut besiegen
Nichts kannst du tun, endlos jeder tag
Dein kopf fiebert staendig - dein koerper wird schwach
Bleib stark, bleib stark
Sie sperren dich in kaesten - in schwarzer stille
Lass dich nicht zerstoeren - bewahr deinen willen
Bleib stark
Du hast dein leben eingesetzt
Bist allein in dieser nacht
Draussen sind deine waerter
Einer schlaeft, einer lacht
Was wissen sie von deiner freiheit
Und der spur, die dein koerper macht
Sie holen dich raus - licht schmerzt in den augen
Zum raum fuers verhoer - ... eine zigarette erlauben?
Scharfte fragen - weisse kittel sind bereit
Ihre augen Im schatten - vergiss hippokrates eid
Man sagt dir: benehmen sie sich! - benimm als ihr gast
Du schirmst dich ab, du zeigst deinen hass
Du erlebst deine grenzen, du sprengst diesen ort
Sie werden alles versuchen - du sagst kein wort
Bleib stark, bleib stark
Sie sperren dich in kaesten - in schwarzer stille
Lass dich nicht zerstoeren - bewahr deinen willen
Bleib stark
Du hast dein leben eingesetzt
Bist allein in dieser nacht
Draussen sind deine waerter
Einer schlaeft, einer lacht
Was wissen sie von deiner freiheit
Und der spur, die dein koerper macht
Wir haben dich verlorn
Ohnmacht, trauer, zorn
Ich verspech dir jetzt
Ich tu, was ich kann
Wir haben dich verlorn
Ohnmacht, trauer, zorn
Ich verspech dir jetzt
Ich tu, was ich kann
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Wut Will Nicht Sterben (Puhdys Till Lindemann, Wilder Frieden)
Sag mir, wie weit willst Du geh'n
willst Du ihn am Boden seh'n - Ja
willst Du, da er vor Dir kniet
willst Du, da er um Gnade fleht
Rachegedanken von Demut gepeitscht
Du siehst und hrst nichts mehr
Deine kranken Gefhle
geben ihm keine Chance
Deine Wut will nicht sterben
nur dafr lebst Du noch
Du kannst, Du willst und wirst nie vergeben
und Du verteufelst sein ganzes Leben
treibst in den Wahnsinn von
malosem Zorn, Vernichtung und Rache,
Du bist zum Hassen gebor'n
Meine Wut will nicht sterben
Meine Wut will nicht sterben
Meine Wut stirbt nie
Deinen Hass rammst Du wie einen Stein
in ihn hinein Rammstein -
hast ihn verfolgt, gejagt und verflucht
und er hat kriechend das Weite gesucht
Du kannst, Du willst und wirst nie vergeben
und Du verteufelst sein ganzes Leben
treibst in den Wahnsinn von
malosem Zorn, Vernichtung und Rache,
Du bist zum Hassen gebor'n
Meine Wut will nicht sterben
Meine Wut will nicht sterben
Meine Wut stirbt nie
Du kannst, Du willst und wirst nie vergeben
und Du verteufelst sein ganzes Leben
treibst in den Wahnsinn von
malosem Zorn, Vernichtung und Rache,
Du bist zum Hassen gebor'n
Meine Wut will nicht sterben
Meine Wut will nicht sterben
meine Wut stirbt nie
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Das Schloß Boncourt
Ich träum' als Kind mich zurücke
Und schüttle mein greises Haupt;
Wie sucht ihr mich heim, ihr Bilder,
Die lang' ich vergessen geglaubt?
Hoch ragt aus schatt'gen Gehegen
Ein schimmerndes Schloß hervor,
Ich kenne die Türme, die Zinnen,
Die steinerne Brücke, das Thor.
Es schauen vom Wappenschilde
Die Löwen so traulich mich an,
Ich grüße die alten Bekannten
Und eile den Burghof hinan.
Dort liegt die Sphinx am Brunnen
Dort grünt der Feigenbaum,
Dort, hinter diesen Fenstern,
Verträumt' ich den ersten Traum.
Ich tret' in die Burgkapelle
Und suche des Ahnherrn Grab
Dort ist's, dort hängt vom Pfeiler
Das alte Gewaffen herab.
Noch lesen umflort die Augen
Die Züge der Inschrift nicht,
Wie hell durch die bunten Scheiben
Das Licht darüber auch bricht.
So stehst du, o Schloß meiner Väter,
Mir treu und fest in dem Sinn
Und bist von der Erde verschwunden,
Der Pflug geht über dich hin.
Sei fruchtbar, o teurer Boden,
Ich segne dich mild und gerührt
Und segn' ihn zwiefach, wer immer
Den Pflug nun über dich führt.
Ich aber will auf mich raffen,
Mein Saitenspiel in der Hand,
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poem by Adelbert von Chamisso
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Orlando Furioso Canto 17
ARGUMENT
Charles goes, with his, against King Rodomont.
Gryphon in Norandino's tournament
Does mighty deeds; Martano turns his front,
Showing how recreant is his natural bent;
And next, on Gryphon to bring down affront,
Stole from the knight the arms in which he went;
Hence by the kindly monarch much esteemed,
And Gryphon scorned, whom he Martano deemed.
I
God, outraged by our rank iniquity,
Whenever crimes have past remission's bound,
That mercy may with justice mingled be,
Has monstrous and destructive tyrants crowned;
And gifted them with force and subtlety,
A sinful world to punish and confound.
Marius and Sylla to this end were nursed,
Rome with two Neros and a Caius cursed;
II
Domitian and the latter Antonine;
And, lifted from the lowest rabble's lees,
To imperial place and puissance, Maximine:
Hence Thebes to cruel Creon bent her knees,
Mezentius ruled the subject Agiline,
Fattening his fields with blood. To pests like these
Our Italy was given in later day,
To Lombard, Goth, and Hun a bleeding prey.
III
What shall I of fierce Attila, what say
Of wicked Ezzeline, and hundreds more?
Whom, because men still trod the crooked way,
God sent them for their pain and torment sore.
Of this ourselves have made a clear assay,
As well as those who lived in days of yore;
Consigned to ravening wolves, ordained to keep
Us, his ill-nurturing and unuseful sheep;
IV
Who, as if having more than served to fill
Their hungry maw, invite from foreign wood
Beyond the mountain, wolves of greedier will,
With them to be partakers of their food.
The bones which Thrasymene and Trebbia fill,
And Cannae, seem but few to what are strewed
On fattened field and bank, where on their way
Adda and Mella, Ronco and Tarro stray.
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poem by Ludovico Ariosto
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Goldilocks And Goldilocks
It was Goldilocks woke up in the morn
At the first of the shearing of the corn.
There stood his mother on the hearth
And of new-leased wheat was little dearth.
There stood his sisters by the quern,
For the high-noon cakes they needs must earn.
“O tell me Goldilocks my son,
Why hast thou coloured raiment on?”
“Why should I wear the hodden grey
When I am light of heart to-day?”
“O tell us, brother, why ye wear
In reaping-tide the scarlet gear?
Why hangeth the sharp sword at thy side
When through the land ’tis the hook goes wide?”
“Gay-clad am I that men may know
The freeman’s son where’er I go.
The grinded sword at side I bear
Lest I the dastard’s word should hear.”
“O tell me Goldilocks my son,
Of whither away thou wilt be gone?”
“The morn is fair and the world is wide
And here no more will I abide.”
“O Brother, when wilt thou come again?”
“The autumn drought, and the winter rain,
The frost and the snow, and St. David’s wind,
All these that were time out of mind,
All these a many times shall be
Ere the Upland Town again I see.”
“O Goldilocks my son, farewell,
As thou wendest the world ’twixt home and hell!”
“O brother Goldilocks, farewell,
Come back with a tale for men to tell!”
So ’tis wellaway for Goldilocks,
As he left the land of the wheaten shocks.
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poem by William Morris
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poem by Caasder Fronds
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Guitars And Tiki Bars
We all get sick of it all now and then
When I've had it up to here
I go down there
To guitars, tiki bars and a whole lotta love
Mangoes and Marley, you know, fit me like a glove
Sixth gear with nowhere to steer
When enough is enough
It's guitars, tiki bars and a whole lotta love
I feel like a fish jerked out of the sea
Or a bird in a cage that's never seen a key
Sick of this grind and I think that I ought
To bring this grind to a grinding halt
Now I've had it up to here
Let's go down there
To guitars, tiki bars and a whole lotta love
Mangoes and Marley, you know, fit me like a glove
Sixth gear with nowhere to steer
When enough is enough
It's guitars, tiki bars and a whole lotta love
Now I've had it up to here
Let's go down there
To guitars, tiki bars and a whole lotta love
Mangoes and Marley, you know, fit me like a glove
Sixth gear with nowhere to steer
When enough is enough
song performed by Kenny Chesney
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